Towa doesn't work today, which means that she was out yesterday until it was well into today, so that's why she's waking up at 3PM and feeling like she got put through a particularly thorough meat grinder. The sounds of the TV she left on all night drone on in the background, its volume too low for them to be more than white noise, and its soft light is the only thing she has to see by, which suits her hangover just fine. Not that she's opening her eye quite yet. For the moment she's just taking stock of the damage.

Her legs hurt like hell and her ass feels sore. Her left tit is throbbing a bit where that guy bit it, and the memory makes her sigh in disappointment; she asked him to go harder and that was all she got. Better than nothing, but still.

Anyway. Legs, ass, tit. Usual splitting headache from the hangover, which, actually, she'll reach down next to the sofa without opening her eye to grab her trusty bottle of the hair of the dog that bit her. She has to lean up a little bit so that she doesn't spill it all over herself and the welcome bite of the alcohol makes her notice that her throat had been parched. Better now.

Legs, ass, tit, throat, and, right, the headache wasn't just the hangover, there's also some soreness where that guy pulled on her hair, again not hard enough to really matter but hard enough to still be felt today. She's got a crick in her neck and her back hurts but that's probably just because she was so far gone last night she didn't even pay attention to how she was lying down on the couch, she just tripped onto it and was out like a light.

Hmm.

She takes another swig of her bottle and finally opens her eye.

Towa doesn't work until the late afternoon today, which means that she was out yesterday until it was well into today, so that's why she's waking up at 3PM and feeling like she got put through a particularly thorough meat grinder. The sounds of the TV she left on all night drone on in the background, its volume too low for them to be more than white noise, and its soft light is the only thing she has to see by, which suits her hangover just fine. Not that she's opening her eye quite yet. For the moment she's just taking stock of the damage.

Her legs hurt like hell and her ass feels sore. Her left tit is throbbing a bit where that guy bit it, and the memory makes her sigh in disappointment; she asked him to go harder and that was all she got. Better than nothing, but still.

Anyway. Legs, ass, tit. Usual splitting headache from the hangover, which, actually, she'll reach down next to the sofa without opening her eye to grab her trusty bottle of the hair of the dog that bit her. She has to lean up a little bit so that she doesn't spill it all over herself and the welcome bite of the alcohol makes her notice that her throat had been parched. Better now.

Legs, ass, tit, throat, and, right, the headache wasn't just the hangover, there's also some soreness where that guy pulled on her hair, again not hard enough to really matter but hard enough to still be felt today. She's got a crick in her neck and her back hurts but that's probably just because she was so far gone last night she didn't even pay attention to how she was lying down on the couch, she just tripped onto it and was out like a light.

Hmm.

She takes another swig of her bottle and finally opens her eye.

Towa doesn't work until the late afternoon today, which means that she was out yesterday until it was well into today. That's why she's waking up at 3PM and feeling like she got put through a particularly thorough meat grinder. The sounds of the TV she left on all night drone on in the background, its volume too low for them to be more than white noise, and its soft light is the only thing she has to see by, which suits her hangover just fine. Not that she's opening her eye quite yet. For the moment she's just taking stock of the damage.

Her legs hurt like hell and her ass feels sore. Her left tit is throbbing a bit where that guy bit it, and the memory makes her sigh in disappointment; she asked him to go harder and that was all she got. Better than nothing, but still.

Anyway. Legs, ass, tit. Usual splitting headache from the hangover, which, actually, she'll reach down next to the sofa without opening her eye to grab her trusty bottle of hair of the dog. She has to lean up a little bit so that she doesn't spill it all over herself but then the welcome bite of the alcohol makes her notice that her throat had been parched. Better now.

Legs, ass, tit, throat, and, right, the headache wasn't just the hangover, there's also some soreness where that guy pulled on her hair, again not hard enough to really matter but hard enough to still be felt today. She's got a crick in her neck and her back hurts but that's probably just because she was so far gone last night she didn't even pay attention to how she was lying down on the couch, she just tripped onto it and was out like a light.

Hmm.

She takes another swig of her bottle and finally opens her eye.

Towa doesn't work until the late afternoon today, which means that she was out yesterday until it was well into today. That's why she's waking up at 3PM and feeling like she got put through a particularly thorough meat grinder. The sounds of the TV she left on all night drone on in the background, its volume too low for them to be more than white noise, and its soft light is the only thing she has to see by, which suits her hangover just fine. Not that she's opening her eye quite yet. For the moment she's just taking stock of the damage.

Her legs hurt like hell and her ass feels sore. Her left tit is throbbing a bit where that guy bit it, and the memory makes her sigh in disappointment; she asked him to go harder and that was all she got. Better than nothing, but still.

Anyway. Legs, ass, tit. Usual splitting headache from the hangover, which, actually, she'll reach down next to the sofa without opening her eye to grab her trusty bottle of hair of the dog. She has to lean up a little bit so that she doesn't spill it all over herself but then the welcome bite of the alcohol makes her notice that her throat had been parched. Better now.

Legs, ass, tit, throat, and, right, the headache wasn't just the hangover, there's also some soreness where that guy pulled on her hair, again not hard enough to really matter but hard enough to still be felt today. She's got a crick in her neck and her back hurts but that's probably just because she was so far gone last night she didn't even pay attention to how she was lying down on the couch, she just tripped onto it and was out like a light.

Hmm.

She takes another swig of her bottle and finally opens her eye.